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The full moon on a starry night…

Lying onto the roof of the two storied building, with eyes fixed on the full moon at night, I wondered how long it’s been that I never looked at the moon. The sight of the bright moon glimmering on a cloudless sky took me back to those carefree old days soon, when each spot on the white surface of the moon would mean something significant to me; when those spots used to adjust themselves on the face of the moon so perfectly that one couldn’t deny that it was it’s nose, the pair of eyes or a smiling face…